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    Need You Now

    “Yes, we’re fine.” Brittany says drying her tears with one hard, not letting me go with the other.

    “Santana?” He asks and I nod.

    “I’m okay.” I say, drying my tears to.

    “I’m not going to say that what you did wasn’t wrong, Santana but it’s understandable and you have to know that the both Glee clubs will accept you for who you are.” Mr. Schue tells me. “The same goes for you, Brittany, we will still stand by you guys.” He says.

    “Thanks, Mr. Schue.” Brittany tells him. “I’m going to get my keys and drive Santana home.”

    “No, I don’t want to go home.” I say, panic present in my voice. “Don’t drive me home.”

    “Okay, you can stay at my house.” She says and I nod. She let’s go of me very slowly and walks to the auditorium followed by Mr. Schue, leaving me all alone.

    IN THE AUDITORIUM

    Brittany walks into the auditorium and sees that everyone is standing up to leave and the Troubletones are walking backstage. When she sees Finn, she feels something hasn’t felt in a long time. Anger. Mr. Schue walks backstage together with Shelby so Brittany is left with the New Directions. She walks up to Finn, who sees something in Brittany’s normally kind eyes; now they are icy and cold. Without raising her voice once, she tells him:

    “Look, Finn, I’m going to say this to you once and then never again. If you ever hurt my girlfriend again, it will not be your best day. What you did was so wrong and I can’t even begin to explain it and that’s not because I am stupid, like you think I am, that’s because there are no words to describe it. There was a reason that she didn’t come out, that doesn’t make her a coward. She doesn’t have Burt as a father; her father is the opposite of him. And Finn, I do love her, more than anything in this world so don’t ever doubt that, do I make myself clear?” She asks and all that Finn can do is nod. “Good.” She says and then walks backstage.

    “Cool, she is the dude in the relationship.” Puck tells everyone who just ignore him.

    “Wow, she was pissed.” Mike says and everyone looks at him, raising one eyebrow.

    “You think?” Tina asks him, rolling her eyes.

    THE HALLWAY

    I’m still standing here; I lean against the lockers and exhale. I have to stop this crying business right now. It isn’t helping and it isn’t ‘me’, I normally don’t do this kind of stuff. Emotions are not my thing. But when I think about my parents and my reputation, I feel that I’m on the verge of bursting out in tears again but I suppress it.

    Why isn’t Brittany back yet? I ask myself.

    BACKSTAGE

    Brittany walks backstage and the conversation that was going on died down, still angry and upset she looks around, ignoring everyone, looking for hers and Santana’s bag. When she spots it she walks over and grabs them.

    “Is she alright?” Mercedes asks sweetly and Brittany turns around, facing her friend while she throws the bags over her shoulders.

    “No, she isn’t.” Brittany answers. “I have to go.” She adds before walking out.

    “Man, Finn has been so stupid. Santana was a total ***** to him but that was really a crappy thing to do.” Mercedes says to no one in particular. Everybody nods in agreement, except Mr. Schue and Shelby who just look at each other, shaking their head.

    HALLWAY

    I see Brittany entering the corridor and she walks over to me.

    “Let’s go.” She says and we walk to her car.

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